I recall the days when spring breathed softly,
the sun shone bright and carried my mind to the past.
Back then I was strong, I was immortal. The sun now sets, and I am mortal once more,
breathing the spring wind, remembering years gone by. This body I have always cherished
cannot halt the march of time. I wrestle against the eternal wheel of ages,
and slowly come to understand:
I must accept myself as I am.
I would have expected a slightly kinder comment, but I guess it’s possible that AI and artificial intelligence sometimes come before humanity. Thank you to everyone for the comments — whether they were good or bad. FFXI still lives in my heart. Actually since 2005. My son showed me this game back then, and a lot of time has passed since. Still, I play it every now and then. Big hearts to all the players.
I recall the days when spring breathed softly,
the sun shone bright and carried my mind to the past.
Back then I was strong, I was immortal. The sun now sets, and I am mortal once more,
breathing the spring wind, remembering years gone by. This body I have always cherished
cannot halt the march of time. I wrestle against the eternal wheel of ages,
and slowly come to understand:
I must accept myself as I am.
do you think you could
re do as a hai ku plz
also include bird
I turned 60. I promise you that a few more poems might still come today. Today I have to celebrate maybe a few shots of vodka will help me find my inner poet. And thanks for the congratulations in advance. Am I now the oldest FFXI player?
Sadly, we lost a 91-year old grandmother that played this game earlier this year. She had played for 20 years and even spent time playing with her grandkid on Valefor.
Sadly, we lost a 91-year old grandmother that played this game earlier this year. She had played for 20 years and even spent time playing with her grandkid on Valefor.
My condolences I been playing this game since 2005 had few breaks though..otherwice occasionally log in..paying my game fees still..
The sun is shining, the evening is already darkening, shadows are lengthening — so easy it is to carry on, one day at a time, until tomorrow. To tomorrow there is a longer journey than to the morning dew. Somewhere a bridge is being burned, someone is destroying another person’s life’s work. The road is long — much longer than to the morning dew.
In the flow of time, memories fade away
into the eternal ticking of life’s unwavering clock.
Yet there might be something else —
something the human mind cannot grasp.Humbly I bow, hands open wide,
and receive whatever comes.
Whispers from the future,
breezes from ages humanity does not understand.But this transcendent moment —
I saw it.
And that is enough.
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[46 days between previous and next post]
As the evening darkens, I remember times of great sorrow and deep emotions. A small emptiness inside me searches for something to fill it — but what could that be? I dig deep into my mind and wonder what is missing. Is it something material, or is it something spiritual? I think about this often. Morning arrives, the birds sing, yet here I am, pondering what the new day might bring. I would hope for something new, but life’s endless cycle moves forward mercilessly. Can anything truly change? Can anything have a purpose — and if it does, I am searching for it.
"Mama bought a chicken, thought it was a duck.
"Put it on the table with its legs sticking up.
"Along comes sister with a spoon and a glass.
"Started spooning all the gravy from its yas yas yas." - Traditional.
I recall the days when spring breathed softly,
the sun shone bright and carried my mind to the past.
Back then I was strong, I was immortal. The sun now sets, and I am mortal once more,
breathing the spring wind, remembering years gone by. This body I have always cherished
cannot halt the march of time. I wrestle against the eternal wheel of ages,
and slowly come to understand:
I must accept myself as I am.